This guy walks into a bar wearing a Chiefs jersey and carrying a little monkey that also has a Chiefs jersey with a little Chiefs helmet, too.

The guy says to the bartender, "Can my monkey and I watch the Chiefs game here? My TV at home broke and my monkey and I want to see the game."

The bartender replies, "Normally, monkeys in the bar would not be allowed, but it is not terribly busy in here, so you and the monkey can have a seat at the end of the bar. But, if there is any trouble with you or the monkey, I'll have to ask you to leave."

The guy agrees and he and his monkey start watching the game.

Pretty soon the Chiefs kick a field goal and the little monkey jumps on the bar and walks down the bar and gives everyone a high five.

The bartender says, "Hey, that's cool! What does he do for a touchdown?"

It was a cat in my wife's story. I revised the story to include an antifreeze story served up by a witty bartender. That was supposed to have been the end of that joke. Now that it's a monkey, what in the heck are we supposed to do?